canuckskurt

I lie and I cheat. My approach to you is to appear harmless, caring and in a time of some sort of grief. Certainly I'll tell you one or the other friend (which I don't really have btw) will be injured or has just died. Also, I will always stress the death of my parents and how much I loved them and how awfully terrible their loss was for me. When, to be honest, I don't even have a clue who my father was! Sometimes I say he was an Aboriginal, other times I'll tell you he comes from Congo. And well, my mother was a prostitute in Antwerp. But I thought that truth wouldn't get enough sympathy from people to trust me as quickly as possible, so I couldn't live on them/rob them as fast as I do now. And of course, in stead of telling the truth about the girlfriends I had, who all took so good care of me, felt compassion for me, were in one word amazing! I will tell you they cheated on me, commited suicide...or something else to cry about and pity me. But honestly, I exhausted them emotionally, completely sucked them out, robed them, lied in their faces, took all their trust away and then fucked off to the next one...